and the Angel

The next day was sunny, warm and beautiful, totally unfitting for the funeral ceromonies for the fallen soldiers. All of the people were clad in black and crying. Of course, they lost people dear to them, fathers, sons, husbands. Yorick knew this pain, he also lost some dear to him, some returned back from the dead on their own , some he returned by force with his powers, but some were lost forever. He stood apart from the mourning people. If he were Kamui, he would go and console them, tell them some nice words to ease their pain, telling them that he was sorry that he wasn´t able to safe them, that he arrived to late, that it was his fault, that he could have travelled faster, but he misread the situation. But right now he was Yorick, the Gravedigger. Someone they didn´t want near them, who was not part of the living. He could only wait, letting them wallow in their grief, while he suffered his own. Even the comforting words of his inner circle did little to ease his pain. He fought almost his entire life and took thousands of lifes, thousands of destinys were shattered by him, thousands were wallowing because of him, but he could take it, because those were the ones that tried to harm him or his friends. Taking the lifes of those who threatend his friends was a different thing, those he could kill without any mercy, slaughtering entiry armies. But Satia thought him to love all life, he liked it to see life bloom and it pained him to see others die, who meant no immediate harm to him. For humans death was almost inevetibale. There were ways to prevent it, but those were rare and unattainable for most of them. He had such a power, all apostels never aged, and could be brought back to life by him. By their own wish they wanted to keep him compony for all eternity, the one they loved, the one who transcended to immortality by a serious of tragic events and who had to pay for it every single day. At the end of the day the bereaved family members left the cemetry, so he could begin his duty. He limped to the new graves and began to pray silently for them. "May the moon goddess smile upon your souls in mercy". After that, he began to covering the coffins with dirt, seperating them from this world, so they had no bindings and could travel to to the other. If they were to find eternal rest or wait till they are reborn again was not his to know.

After he finished covering the last grave it was past midnight. The darkness didn´t bothered him. He could see clearly in it and the moon shined on him and brought his mind some peace. He was after all the champion of the moon goddess. He decided it would be best if he would leave the cemetry and return home, so he began limping down the main path of the cemetry. He could feel that someone was standing at the gates of the cemetry. He knew this aura, it was Kayle, the Judicator. But why was she here? Was she waiting for him? No one ever waited for him, because no one ever appreciated his efforts. Soon he could see her golden armor and the lantern she was holding trough the darkness easily, but it was unlikly that she could see him. He approached her casually, like he didn´t care that she was standing there, he just wanted to get past her.

"I was watching you" she said, ruining his plans. He slowly turned around and looked at her, waiting for her to continue. " I kept a watchful eye on you since the beginning of the funeral" "Why would the Judicator watch me? Am i under suspicion of going against the regulations of the League?" Yorick asked in his deep voice, void of almost any emotion. Kayle took of her helmet, as to show him that she meant no harm and he could see her blond hair in the moonlight. It was rare that she took of her helmet, so he had never seen her true face, but now he understand why some call her pretty . "I am not here on behalf of the League, Gravedigger." "Then tell me, why are you here?" "As i said, i was watching you. I wanted to console the families and pray for the fallen, but then you caught my eye." "..." "I saw you standing, like you were suffering, deep sunken in your own painfull thoughts" "The living suffer, they do unreasonable thinks like that. For someone like me that was a funeral like hundreds before. For me there is no difference. The living die and i bury them. That is my duty." "Thats not true. Something was different this time. You want others to think of you as an heartless undead, but even someone like you have feelings, even if there are deep down." "I have lived for a very long time, the life of humans begin and is over in just the blink of an eye. They cling to their life even if they know that the death is inevitable. Because of that they suffer so much. Animals don´t suffer, they never worry about the death, because there is no point in it." "You say when you bury someone, then there is no difference between humans and animals?!" Kayle shouted angrily "You get it wrong, Judicator, i say that burying humans is more troublesome, because the family interfere with my duty." Yorick turned around and began walking again, till Kayle asked softly "Then why you were praying?" He stopped dead in his tracks "I could see your silhoutte in front of the moon. Before you began covering the graves you were standing in front of them for a moment, like you were praying weren´t you, Yorick?" He was rarely called by his name, most of the time people referred to him as undead, hunchback or Gravedigger. "I don´t believe that you are that heartless as you want others think you are" Damn, he had to think fast for a way out of this. "Maybe i have been praying, what does it matter to you?" Kayle began smiling, making progess "That means you are more than just an undead. You still feel pain and sorrow for others. I want to know why you keep pushing everone away. If you still have feelings than you are not a complete undead yet, maybe the League can help you becoming human again" "I have my reasons for not asking the League for help and i have my reasons to be left alone." "Shielding yourself from the world just to be left alone, trying to achieve a selfish goal? What kind of pathetic reasoning is that?" "Aren´t you the same?" At this Kayle widened her eyes in surprise "W-What do you mean by that?" "Haven´t you left your own world, shielding yourself with that armor of yours, careful that no one knows the true Kayle. Fueled by the wish to reach a selfish goal, even if that means killing your own sister? And now tell me, Judicator, where is the difference between me and you?" That was a harsh blow, but he had no other choice. Even just by coincidence she had come to close to the truth for his liking. He began to walk away slowly and she couldn´t think of a way to argue with his logic , he was absolutly right, they were indeed the same. She had never showed herself to the world. The world only knows the Judicator, but not Kayle. How could he figure her out that precise. As she was Kayle, in the armor of the Judicator, he was Yorick, the human soul in the non-human body of the Gravedigger.

A human soul in a non-human body, if she only knew how right she was with it.